[Intro: Philthy Rich]
Ayy it's Philthy n***a
It's the legion baby
Rest in peace to all my n***as, look

[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
For my n***as dead and gone, revenge is a promise (Swear to God)
Takin' care my n***a's kids and his mama (Solid)
Presidential n***a, but I don't know Obama (Uh-uh, n***a)
Runnin' through these M's, countin' up these commas (it's Philthy)
For my n***as dead and gone, revenge is a promise (Swear to God)
Takin' care my n***a's kids and his mama (Solid)
Presidential n***a, but I don't know Obama (Uh-uh, n***a)
Runnin' through these M's, countin' up these commas (it's Philthy)

[Verse 1: Prezi]
Stackin' up a check, watchin' how I spend it (Uh-huh)
Everybody pocket watchin', better mind your busines
Heard some rumors 'bout my n***as, they was speakin' bad
But love and loyalty the only thing I ask
Sayin' you real don't impress me, let's just keep it solid (Nah)
Gotta show that you real, that be you n***as' problem
President in my hood way before Obama
Kev died, he got killed ridin' with his mama (Damn)
Shit still hurt, but the hood politics make this shit worse
Shit get crazy when you start winnin'
Ridin' 'round with it, I ain't tryna be a victim (Nah)
I'ma blast first
Pussy he was 14 when he got convicted for a homi (He was)
Told him call me if he need 'em and he know I got it (I do)
I lost some homies to the homies, that shit super phony
Nightmares of my own n***as switchin' on me
[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
For my n***as dead and gone, revenge is a promise (Swear to God)
Takin' care my n***a's kids and his mama (Solid)
Presidential n***a, but I don't know Obama (Uh-uh, n***a)
Runnin' through these M's, countin' up these commas (it's Philthy)
For my n***as dead and gone, revenge is a promise (Swear to God)
Takin' care my n***a's kids and his mama (Solid)
Presidential n***a, but I don't know Obama (Uh-uh, n***a)
Runnin' through these M's, countin' up these commas (it's Philthy)

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Look, Lil Phil and Ant can't eat no books (Uh-uh)
So I'm taxin' n***as for these verses and these hooks (Ayy I need that)
You ain't put no money on your n***a's books (Pussy)
And that snitch you runnin' with gettin' overlooked (It's Philthy)
Free Juice, I'm sippin' all this juice (Syrup)
Thinkin' 'bout all the time my n***as gotta do (Is that right?)
Communicatin' with my n***as in the shoe (Huh?)
Send them n***as some pictures, the least you could do (It's Philthy n***a)
Me and Fatts countin' a hundred stacks (A hundred thou)
Last week I scratched off a hundred money packs (Swear to God)
Then passed out eleven hundred backpacks (Is that right?)
You just takin' from the hood, you ain't givin' back (Pussy)
My n***a lost his life, he can't get it back (Uh-uh)
So we slidin' every night until we get him back (Slide)
Shootin' at his top until his ceiling crack (Until his ceiling crack)
Numb to the pain, ain't get my feelin' back (Ain't get my feelin' back)
[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
For my n***as dead and gone, revenge is a promise (Swear to God)
Takin' care my n***a's kids and his mama (Solid)
Presidential n***a, but I don't know Obama (Uh-uh, n***a)
Runnin' through these M's, countin' up these commas (it's Philthy)
For my n***as dead and gone, revenge is a promise (Swear to God)
Takin' care my n***a's kids and his mama (Solid)
Presidential n***a, but I don't know Obama (Uh-uh, n***a)
Runnin' through these M's, countin' up these commas (it's Philthy)